Green Mountain

Suddenly, streaks of patterns grew out as if rib bones sprouting from nowhere, tearing through muscles and fascia to carve out space, the pain penetrating the soul.

The price for these emerging patterns was the extinguishing of the bright stove flames covering Chen Ji’s entire body, once again, all at once. Molten Flow converged from his limbs and body onto the streaks, even his hair dried up along with it.

At this moment, a saber slash came from the right, and Chen Ji frantically retreated within the core of the Plum Blossom Saber Formation. His bodily strength fluctuated wildly, causing him to momentarily be unable to adapt, his legs involuntarily buckling.

There was another person swinging a saber at him from behind; all he could do was roll on the ground like a drunken rascal to dodge.

The attendants of Yuancao Hall couldn’t help but be stunned, all filled with shock and doubt: How could this young man, who had just climbed to the top of Chonglou and undergone transformation, now revert to his full-strength realm and yet roll on the ground with no semblance of a master fighter?

What exactly is the truth? Is it a pretense of weakness, or is he genuinely in such disarray?

Someone exclaimed in a low voice: "He is indeed crossing a tribulation to reach Chonglou; kill him now!"

But within that short moment, Chen Ji had fled through a gap he had kicked open earlier, his body covered in dust.

After rolling out of the Plum Blossom Formation, Chen Ji staggered to his feet and ran towards a hill-like pile of grain.

As the Yuancao Hall attendants came after him, he circled around the grain stocks to elude them. When the attendants attacked from two sides of the pile, he scrambled up the stacked grain sacks using his hands and feet.

Chen Ji, standing atop the "grain hill," started kicking down sacks at the approaching Yuancao Hall attendants while loudly yelling, "Wu Yun, keep eating!"